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The writer invites the reader 

to dedicate 

these 

Little Songs Jbr Two 



It is not the weight 

Of jewel or plate, 

Or the fondle of silk and fur; 

'Tis the spirit in which 

The gift is rich 

As the gifts of the Wise Ones were; 

And we are not told 

Whose gift was gold, 

Or whose was the gift of myrrh. 



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CoPYBIGHT, 1909, BY 

Dodge Publishing Company 

[little songs for two] 

NOTE 

Several of the verses of this volume have appeared in 
The Century, The Delineator, Appleton's, The Metropol- 
itan and other publications, and the author expresses his 
thanks to the editors and publishers for their courtesy. 



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LIBRARY of CONGRESS 
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j A Little Song for Two . 


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From Hand to Mouth 


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Kisses Kept Are Wasted 
My Lady Out-o'-Doors . 
Love Song — Unrest .... 


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In the Country .... 
Palmistry ..... 


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Perfume ...... 


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Rondeau — A Mistletoe Spray . 


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A Human Little God 


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Asleep, Adream, Awake — A Serenade 


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The Parting Point .... 


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At a Car Window 
» Three Kisses . 
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Your Tears 


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Your Voice 


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Your Touch 


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{ Assurance 


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^ Tout ou Rien . 


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Vl I Would . 


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^The Song You Sang for Me 


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Love's Course . 


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V Loyalty . 


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The Height and the Depth 


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The Parting Guest" 




Humility to Pride . 




Vanished . 


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Completeness 


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To a Mother . 

Silence 


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The Empty House 


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Good-Bye 


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Foreboding 


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A LITTLE SONG FOR TWO 

A song from me to you, you say, 

A tender song for every day, 

A little song for two? 

Why, dearest heart, no note or word 

Which I have sung and you have heard 

But sings to you, to you. 

To you, my love, to you, to you. 
My every song is ever true, 
And gladly, gladly yields its due, 
As does my heart — to you! 

And were there but one theme to choose, 

One motive evermore to use, 

It were no task to do. 

I'd sing all songs of life in one, 

And when the gallant strain were done 

'Twould be a song to you. 

To you, my love, to you, to you, 
The tender strain were fully true, 
And ever would it sing its due, 
As does my heart — to you! 



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FROM HAND TO MOUTH 

From hand to mouth ! a wretched way 
To live, the stern and learned say; 
A shiftless, thriftless way aver 
The wise; and unwise, too, concur. 
And yet, and yet — mayhap they err. 
Does not their judgment go astray? 
Could I not view without dismay, 
And even welcome life with her, 
From hand to mouth? 

I think I proved it yesterday. 
When (deep in earnest, feigning play) 
I kissed her glove. A half demur, 
And in her eyes a sudden stir 
And then — my glad lips leaped away 
From hand to mouth! 



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KISSES KEPT ARE WASTED 

Kisses kept are wasted; 
Love is to be tasted. 
There are some you love, I know; 
Be not loath to tell them so. 
Lips grow dry and eyes grow wet 
Waiting to be warmly met, 
Keep them not in waiting yet; 
Kisses kept are wasted; 
Love is to be tasted. 



Kisses kept are musty ; 
Words are dry and crusty, 
If the sentences be not 
Parted with the four-lipped dot. 
Kisses are a blossom breed, 
Blooming daily for your need; 
Pluck them or they go to seed. 
Dry, perhaps, and dusty ; 
fs^s; jkept are musty. 
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[isses — not the hidden, 
Not the base forbidden, 
Not the meaningless, or mean, 
Not the careless, but the clean; 
Blossoms from a double root, 
Twin-tones from a rhyming lute, 
Wholesome halves of one ripe fruit- 
Keep them and you waste them; 
Give them and you taste them. 



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MY LADY OUT-O'-DOORS 

The Spring, My Lady Out-o'-Doors, the Spring ! 
A hundred thousand years she knows, per- 
chance, 
Yet still as fresh-eyed, dew-lipped, bright a thing 
As you. How Earth refreshens at her 
glance ! 
He spreads green velvet for her tender feet; 
He strings with emeralds the barren wood; 
He rinses all the air with showers sweet, 

And Spring smiles on his work and calls it 
good. 



Fair Summer ! Oh, her long and happy days, 

Beyond the mere seductiveness of speech, 
Which lure us into cool and country ways 

And spins along the ocean-hardened beach. 
We breathe the air of dawning on the hills, 

We search among old, quaint, historic sites 
)h, we escape a hundred human ills 
tir^Qia hundred ever-new delij 

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The Autumn and the keen and frosty moraT 

The wild blood kindles to the task we set, 
To whip along the fields of wigwamed corn 

Past where ungathered apples swing and fret. 
And oh, the tawny beauty of the land, 

The hazy, lazy languor everywhere, 
As if Dame Nature's decorative hand 

Had spilled its talents on the very air! 

And now comes Winter with his pale, wild face — 

Heir to the benefits of all the rest. 
He stings the blood more swiftly to its pace ; 

He spurs each energy to added zest. 
And you, My Lady, with your vigor bred 

Of outdoor seasons which preceded this, 
Laugh gaily in his face, nor droop your head 

When your fair cheek is reddened at his kiss. 



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Nay, when he were so bold, could I be less? 
Come, comrade, give me back the sweet caress 
And let the violated lips say "Yes !" 



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LOVE SONG— UNREST 

Love did not come with a rushing wing 
To storm and seize my breast, 
But he came as a nameless little thing, 
With trifles to do and say and sing ; 
Pleasant were they, yet brought unrest, 
Pleasant, yet brought unrest. 

Anon, his voice took serious ring 
And then command expressed, 
And lo ! I found that I could not bring 
My heart from its mad, mad worshipping 
At the shrine of a wild unrest, 
The shrine of a wild unrest. 

Joyous, I weep ; saddened, I sing. 
O, am I curst or blest? 
Troubled am I if to me love cling, 
But lost am I if away love wing, 
So kissme, Love, as I kiss Unrest: 
I kiss Unrest! 
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IN THE COUNTRY 

0, the melody made of no music or words ! 
The bassoon of the bees and the flute of the 

birds, 
The harp of the grove, where Aeolus, the rover, 
Sings sweet on its strings as the breath of the 

clover, 
So sweet that the heavens are hushed and bend 

over, 
Or mayhap, as I listen, another refrain, 
The organ of thunder, the drum of the rain. 



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O, the picture no painter can mimic or mix, 

The melodious motion no canvas can fix! 

The brisk little whisk of the squirrel, and the 

play 
Of the light on the green of the grass and the 

way 
The impudent robin perks up at the day. 
O, the waves of the wind as they wash the fresh 

sea 
the meadow and bring back its perfume tc 

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heart is a-bubble with love of my kin^ 
'And my kin is the world and the fullness therein.^ 
The clover's a cousin, the breeze is a brother, 
The bird, and the bee, and the beast, and all 

other 
Who rest at the breast of our bountiful mother. 
O, the affluent sweet in this honey of love ! 
O, the taste and the tang of the wildness thereof ! 



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PALMISTRY 

You doubt the ancient art, you say, 

Which we call palmistry to-day? 

You think it foolish fancy? 

Oh, let me teach you! and the fee 

Be only that you sit by me 

To learn its necromancy. 

Of course, you know, our hands must touch; 
No, no, I did not squeeze it — much, 
(Though I should love to dearly) ; 
But surely you must understand 
I first compress your little hand 
To make the lines show clearly. 

This Head Line, cut so keenly, shows 
How well you realize my woes, 
If you would only heed them, 
So I must search your eyes to see 
If they disclose a hope for me, 
But ah ! I cannot read them. 



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PERFUME 

A tiny, wandering sylphid brushed my lips, 
As sped she from a field flower to the sky. 
In that brief instant, as she passed me by, 

A flutter of the diaphanic tips 

Of ether wings waved dainty, grateful sips 
Of half -forgot perfume to me, and I 
Was fain to close my lids and softly sigh, 

And lo! to-day for me was in eclipse. 

The ghosts of glimmering stars of that last 
night ; 
A witchery of voice, of glance, of dress, 
An echo of a softly spoken "Yes," 
Lived once again. Then the disturbing light 
Of this unblest to-day put forth its blight, 
And all the fragrance turned to bitterness! 



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RONDEAU— A MISTLETOE SPRAY 

A mistletoe spray — so parched, so dry, 
But the rarest blossom fails to vie, 
As I hold it these brief feet in air, 
And see ! again she is standing there, 
As pure and bright as the summer sky. 
Nay, summer similes scarce apply. 
'T is a long-sped Christmas calls this sigh, 
And only the fair Yule-tide may wear 
A mistletoe spray. 



Sweet, on that day-of-the-days, when I 

Dreamed the boy-god sped his shafts awry, f 
This it was told me to do and dare ; 
You under this in your sun-spun hair; 
This — so I treasure it till I die — 
A mistletoe spray ! 



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A HUMAN LITTLE GOD 

Love is so glad the parting pain is shared. 
It would not even have the other spared 
The lonely longing when we are apart; 
Ah, Love's a selfish little god, sweetheart. 

Love is so doubly joyful when we meet, 
Because the joy is double and complete. 
Joy is not joy when given to one alone; 
Ah, Love's a generous little god, my own. 

Love shares our pleasures and divides our 

troubles 
And lo ! dividing halves while sharing doubles ; 
For this he asks full fealty — no less. 
Ah, Love's a human little god, I guess. 



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ASLEEP, ADREAM, AWAKE 
A SERENADE 

Asleep, adream, awake, 

I know not which thou art, 

Yet would my spirit make 
A song for thee, dear heart. 

O, if 'twere I asleep, 

And Sleeping knew not thee, 
I'd rouse from out its deep 

That dreams might come to me. 

Or if 'twere I adream 

And Dreaming knew not thee, 
I would renounce the theme 

For waking thought to be. 

Or if 'twere I awake, 

And Waking knew not thee, 
I'd sleep for sleep's own sake, 

For what were life to me? 



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THE PARTING POINT 

Because your way was West and mine is East, 
I stand and look along the frosted track 
As if by gazing I could call you back. 
The Earth is clad in homespun, patched and 

pierced 
With gray and green. The fields have had a 

feast 
And left the fragments. Desolate and black 
The river slinks away and from the stack 
There crawls an airy genie, sable-fleeced. 



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The naked, shivering trees re-wave "Good-by," 
The mummied leaves leap up as on we fly. 
The rails grow dim and narrow in our wake, 
Till half I wish, half fancy, they could make 
A pair of leading strings that they might tie 
Our lives together, nevermore to break. 



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AT A CAR WINDOW 

" Vereint sind Liebe und Lenz. " — Wagner. 

An infant river creeps across a field, 

A level green spreads out with lazy air, 

And orchard trees lift arms as if in prayer 

For strength again to live, to bloom, to yield. 

The patient plow has recently unsealed 

This stretch of honest earth, while here and there 

A pale old farm-house seems to stand and stare, 

Or some low, cringing thicket is revealed. 

But I see none of these. My longing gaze 
Wanders to where a bare wood's melting maze 
Upreaches to the sky. So all my thought 
Leaves this on-rushing car where you are not, 
To mass around that fading parting-spot, 
Till it and I are lost in bluish haze. 



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THREE KISSES 

When first I kissed you, dear, 
The moon's bright glory mocked the sun; 
And moons? why, every star was one. 
All men were good and brave and just, 
All women fair, and fair to trust, 
All happiness was thrall to me 
And all the Earth was Arcady, 
When first I kissed you, dear. 



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When last I kissed you, dear, 
I scorned all being — save the worm 
To be with you a little term. 
The stars had burned to cinders all, 
The sky was nothing but a pall, 
God was not God, but clumsy Knave 
All Earth was but your open grave, 
When last I kissed you, dear. 



When next I kiss you, dear, 
It may be seons hence, and you 
^le as Heaven's blue; 

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may be soon, it may be near, 
It may be on some distant sphere ; 
But though an atom, or a soul, 
Unstable dust, or perfect whole; 
Though nodding violet be you 
And I a drop of morning dew ; 
Though suns may fade and earth may end, 
Together we shall meet and blend, 
And in that blending there shall be 
The Universe for you and me, 

And I shall kiss you, dear. 



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REITERATION 

From out the long ago, 

There steals the beauty of a thought 

A noble poet nobly wrought. 

Its every word I know, 

And yet I read it o'er and o'er 

And every reading makes it more. 

From out the dreamy past, 

A fine old air, a dear old strain, 

Floats back to memory again, 

And memory holds it fast. 

And still I love its sound as much 

As though not knowing every touch. 

You love me. Yes, I know; 

I know it well by life and death! 

I know it by your latest breath 

Which whispered, sweet and low. 

Ah, me, the music of its vow! 

O, sweetheart, say you love me, now! 



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YOUR TEARS 

Twin jeweled drops of purest ray, beyond a 

prince's prize; 
The brilliance of the diamond on the blueness 

of the skies ! 
Dear, let my eager kisses quaff away the tender 

tears, 
L«l p As poorer pearls from baser cups were drunk 

in olden years. 



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ASSURANCE 

To-day you turned your face away 
And seemed to doubt me. 
To-night your acme of delight 
Is but to flout me. 
But, sweetheart, I will wait ; 
Love has no laggard gait, 
And though he seem away, 
Far off he cannot stay. 
To-morrow you will say: 

'Dear heart, of all the things thou art, 
The best is boldness. 
Believe me not whene'er I grieve 
Thy heart with coldness. 
Take me within thy arms, 
Shield me from doubting harms, 
For I am thine alway. 
My love can never stray, 
And did not yesterday!" 



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TOUT OU RIEN 

I love the happy habit of your laughter, 
Care-free as any May-song of a bird, 

But ever in the silence coming after, 
I think: "The world has heard!" 



Your smiles are like the blossoms of a garden, 
With perfumed sunlight sifting in between ; 

Yet even then, my selfish heart will harden 
And cry : "The world has seen !" 



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I WOULD 

I would write of you, love, in an ode or a sonnet, 
For the theme were a garb to the muse who 
might don it 
(Though flounced as an epic, or cut as a 
ballad) 
To heighten what charm she possesses, 
And lighten the faults she confesses 

And brighten her visage, no matter how 
pallid. 



If my pen were that shaft which the boy-god 

let sink 
In my heart and the fluid it touched were the ink, 
I'd praise you in rubrics commanding in- 
spection ; 
Jut, dear, every thought is so true 
loving allegiance to you, 

le to flee in your pleasing 



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ie Laura of Petrarch might envythe* 
aid Beatrice covet the poem-panegyric ; 
And Fame would, perforce, own you Queen of 
the Graces. 
'Twere done, were it not for the crimes 
Of metre and rhythm and rhymes ; 

They shirk, while I work, and they won't keep 
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THE SONG YOU SANG FOR ME 

Oh, sweeter, more sweet than the cultured tone 

Of an opera singer's soaring notes, 
Or the birds' glad glee, or the waves' sad moan, 

Or the tuneful tinkle of art-made throats 
Was the song you sang for me alone and all the 

world was June, 
Was the song you sang — 'twas all our own — and 
oh, my heart beat tune. 

Your lips gave each number a soft caress 
And bade it forever a fond good-bye; 

'Twould be wondrous then if I prized them less 
And did not dream with a wishful sigh. 

O singer, the poet's words were naught and the 
song without a key, 

Till into those words you breathed your thought 




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IN SORROW, NOT IN WRATH 

Fair face, besmirched with kisses of dead men ; 
Proud eyes, which did not melt at their distress, 
Which feign, but never know a tenderness ; 
White hands, which I shall never touch again; 
Sweet breath, which poisons like a stagnant fen ; 
Rare hair, which hides a serpent in each tress ; 
Rich lips, with honeyed falsehood to confess; 
I scorn you now, just as I loved you then. 



Yet, were it given to me to sit above 

Your petty world, that I might judge your 

shame, 
A shame you do not guess the burden of, 
In calm dispassioned judgment I should name 
The penalty incurred by all your blame : 
'Twere only this, that some day you should love. 



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A BRIDE 

Now in the month when the rose is blooming 
White in its purity, pink in its pride; 

Now in the blush of its sweet perfuming, 
Fresh as the rose-leaf comes the bride. 



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Pure is the breath of a June-time morning, 
Pure is the sunlight's dawning dart, 

Pure is the bud with the dew adorning, 
Purest of all is a maiden's heart. 



Sweet is the music's peal and pleading, 
Sweet its exultant throb and thrill, 

Sweet is the calm and hush succeeding, 
Sweetest of all is the bride's "I will." 



Firm is the heart though the voice may falter, 
Whole is her trust as the circling band 
r elding, J3ef ore the eternal altar, 
soul as hand to hand. 



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she now and so forever, 
Bride to the man she loves the best; 
Time, nor trouble, nor death dissever, 
Discord threaten, or doubt molest. 



Whether the bride be high or lowly, 

Whether the wedding be grand or small, 

True be the trust and the kiss be holy, 
Else is nothing, and Love is All. 



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LOVE'S COURSE 

I. THE SPRING PLEASANTRY 

When Lillis met with me 

And I with Lillis met, 

Our gladness bubbled gay and free 

— A babbling spring it seemed to be — 

I almost wish it were so yet ; 

Almost I wish it were so yet. 

For minus care or deeper thrill 
Than harbored in that little rill, 
We dipped our fingers, drank our fill, 
And said it was a pretty spring — 
A rippling, drippling little thing, 
Where love might stoop to wet his wing. 



II. THE BROOK UNCERTAINTY 

A sliding, gliding little stream 
Took up the spring's emotion, 
As graceful as a maiden's dream 
>ve first claims devotion. 
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^jCmoved, a brook among the brool 
In sunny fields with curious crooks, 
Or lingered in the shady nooks, 
With sudden, fickle notion ; 

And Lillis was as fickle, too, 
And flouted me, as maidens do, 
But more to me the frowns of her 
Than smiles of other maidens were. 



III. THE LAKE BLISSFULNESS 

The brook led to a laughing lake, 

Whose rippling waters seemed to make 

The music of a sweet content. 

How placid was the time we spent 

Upon its beauteous breast. 

How swift the happy moments went 

In that dear, dreamy rest. 

Our solemn troth we plighted there 
And never was a scene so fair; 
Each smiled at each, the lake and sky ; 
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IV. THE RIVER JEALOUSY 

The lake poured out its inmost heart 

To make a gloomy river, 

With sudden throb and angry dart 

And all the air a-quiver. 

The banks grew high and rough and steep 

And rocky monsters seemed to leap 

From out that dark and swirling deep 

And set the stream a-shiver. 

We knew not where that torrent led, 
But on its banks were pallid dead, 
But yet, in spite of wave and weather, 
My love and I passed through together. 



V. THE BREADTH AND DEPTH OF OCEAN 

Down leaped the river to the sea, 
But Love was ours, so what cared we? 
And Lillis clung, and shared with me 
The dangers of the ocean, 
Where mighty storms swept o'er us 
And great waves rose before us 
And eddying currents bore us, 
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oft the sea is kind, and oft 
The blue sky bends above; 
The sun is warm, the air is soft, 
And tender as our love. 
And though the sea be broad and deep, 
Yet calmly on its breast we sleep, 
And deep as ocean's self shall be 
My love for Lillis, hers for me. 



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LOYALTY 

Prisoning your hand in mine, I mark the music 

of your lips, 
Looking in your loving eyes and solaced to my 

finger tips; 
Sunning in your gentle presence, thanking God 

that you are you, 
Yet I cannot help but wonder, is it true that 

we are true? 

Is the loyalty of love but as the loyalty of race? 

Are we each to each just what we are because of 
time and place? 

Are you mine because you are mine? Could an- 
other one be I, 

If, when you were ripe for loving, that one hap- 
pened to be by? 

Would you still be mine in spirit though an- 
other held this hand? 

Would your heart contain a vacant niche it 
could not understand? 

Would you sometimes sit and dream of me whom 
you had never met 
ls a memory of happiness which had*n2tjiaj 
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EN RAPPORT 



I would tell you, sweet, a thousand things 
I feel when the robin redbreast sings 
And the earth is softly warm and bright 
And the sky has donned its blue and white, 

As once in the long ago, 
But, O, dear heart, there's never a word 
By man pronounced or woman heard 
Which tells that touch, which the redbreast 

sings, 
For words are coarse and cumbrous things 

As surely you know, you know. 



If I could but think the thousand things 
I feel when the springtime bluebird sings, 
I would send the dream its quiet course 
Like the brooks' and breezes' flow and force 

From out of the long ago, 
But, sweetest heart, there's never a thought 
Which poet or sage has ever wrought 
To tell that trill that the bluebird sings, 
For thoughts are feeble, futile things, 

As surely you know, you know. 

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Yet truly, my own, we know the things, 

r hich the gentle Springtime softly sings; 
And the happy heart leaps up in praise 
Of the ceaseless flow of blessed days 

From out of the long ago, 
For the quivering life my lips would tell 
Is all that your own soul knows so well, 
As the heart-string's truest note is known 
By the chording heart to that same tone, 

So surely you know, you know. 



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THE HEIGHT AND THE DEPTH 

When a woman can say "I love you !" 

And feel that the words aver 

Not only her warm heart's praising, 

But also her own up-raising 

To the height of his character, 

O, surely the words have the deepest worth 

Of all of the words which the lips give birth. 



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But when she must say "I love you !" 

And knows that the words express 

Not only a love, but a cover 

To hide the lack in her lover 

From her own insightedness, 

O, surely the words have the saddest weight 

Of all of the words which are born of Fate. 



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"THE PARTING GUEST" 

"Maiden, from beyond the Rhine, 
Liebchen, with the lips of wine, 
Were these lips to visit thine, 
What would those lips say to mine?" 
Thus I spoke unto my dear, 
Who knows my heart and has no fear, 
"Liebchen, with the lips of wine, 
"What would those lips say to mine?" 



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Said that maiden in reply, 

— She who loves as well as I — 

"Gentle sir, thy speech is plain, 

But should these lips entertain 

Thy bold lips, mine own were fain 

Just to say 'Aufwiederseh'n,' 

To repeat the old refrain 

'We'll meet again ; Auf wiederseh'n !' " 



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So, whene'er those lips meet mine 
And I quaff their nectared wine, 
When they part, they pout again 
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HUMILITY TO PRIDE 

Our arras close comrades? In your stately face 
My gayness mirrored? Your proud voice and 
mine 

In pleased companionship? It is a grace 
Diogenes himself would scarce decline. 

I had not known this sweet and strange surprise, 
Not known delight's soft fragrance such as 
this, 

Had I the joy to see love light your eyes, 

To clasp you close and feel your luscious kiss. 

For dainty vines embrace the meanest tree; 

And little Cupid, when he draws his bow, 
Is blinder than his slaves, or if he see, 

He cares not if his aim be high or low. 



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The ardent sun of love shines not for me, 
But mine the clear, ideal stars to view; 

vAnd I am proudly pleased that Fate's decree 
Grants me these passionless bright smik 

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VANISHED 

'Twere better had we never met, 

And yet, 
Our meeting I cannot regret. 
Because the day has passed and night set in, 
Why should one wish the day had never been? 

Why did we only say "Good-bye?" 

A sigh, 
A word, had given doubt the lie. 
One ardent smile had been a golden ray 
To melt the coolness, which between us lay. 

The radiant brightness of a glance, 

Perchance, 
Had lightened shaded circumstance. 
A single glimmering, regretful tear 
Had washed away my dismal, doubting fear. 

No token came. We said "Farewell." 

It f ell 
Like low-rung, sad-tongued, solemn knell; 
And like a spirit's sigh it haunted me, 
For 'twas a ghost of woe, which w* 
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COMPLETENESS 

I said, ere yesterday had fled 

I loved you truly 
In every part, mind, soul and heart, 

Nor was it said unduly. 



Yet more than that which was before 

Is that which holds me, 
And so to-day, again I say 

Love wholly now enfolds me. 

But O, if one least whit I grow 

By joy or sorrow, 
Hear, sweetheart, now my tender vow, 

I'll love you more to-morrow. 



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TO A MOTHER 

As my wee head 

Was comforted 

Upon your shoulder, 

So you must rest, 

Upon my breast, 

Since time is older, 

And grants to me the strength and right 

To be a mother's loyal Knight. 

Nay, nay, because your locks are gray, 

I will not have you say your day 

Is fading, 

For look ! When aged grows the night 

'Tis only then the morning light 

Comes shading 

The dark to gray, 

And then, you know, 

Day comes and all the shadows go. 

Yes, now you mention it, I see 
Those locks are few, but what care we 
Though few, or many? 
For well I know, dear, you loved me, 
any! 



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Your eyes are now a lesser blue 
Than once their color, 
But what of that? I hold it true 
They're but a softer, sweeter hue, 
And softer is not duller. 



I own, my deary, one might trace 
Some recent lines upon your face, 
Some curved, some crinkly, 
But, dear, the beautiful design 
We term a rose has line on line 
Much, much more wrinkly. 

Your mother-heart 

Gave up a part 

Of life to give my life its start 

And its endurance, 

And none can separate the mesh 

Which makes us truly, "of one flesh," 

So no assurance 

Your Knight need vow to make him true, 

Since he is only part of you ! 



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SILENCE 

There is no word or thought to measure Death. 
They sorrow least who vent the clamorous breath 
Of lamentation loudly to the sky, 
Or build the sounding eulogy on high. 
Words, words and words ; what mean they when 

we stand 
Touching the cold and irresponsive hand, 
Pressing the lips which keep their rigid line, 
Searching the calm, calm face which gives no 

sign? 

There is no solace then. Who knows the word 
To bid the stricken mourner "Be not stirred?" 
Even God could comfort only if he gave 
The dear life back again and spoiled the grave ; 
And that he may not do. Yet there is one 
Whose word, whose glance, would turn the dark 

to sun, 
But ah! that one, the one who mutely lies, 
Silence forever on the lips and eyes! 



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THE EMPTY HOUSE 

The lawn flows smooth and the hedge is trimmed, 
The garden shines in a blush of bloom, 
The door swings wide on a hall undimmed 
And the glad sun haloes the well-kept room, 
Yet about the whole is a soulless air 
And the spirit within one blights and warps ; 
Is it, perhaps, that the windows stare 
Like the open eyes of a friendless corpse? 
Or is it, perhaps, that the curtains stir 
Touched by the breath of her — of her? 



In every room is a subtle change 

And every chair stands aloof, alone, 

The kettle sighs on the kitchen range 

And the children play in a half -hushed tone. 

The naperied table spreads its wares 

Like the victualling-place of a sordid inn ; 

From the music-room the piano glares 

Showing its teeth in a ghastly grin. 

And from dawn to dusk and dusk* till dawn, 

The house cries out "She is gone — is gone." 



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GOOD-BYE 

I say "Good-bye ;" I clasp your hand ; 
I hope that you may understand, 
For somehow I can speak no word 
Beyond the commonplaces heard 
On every side. My tongue had planned 
A hundred partings, yet I stand 
And empty both of gay and grand, 
I say "Good-bye." 

My heart-strings tighten, strand by strand; 
Again I struggle to command 
Some meaning speech. Your eyes are blurred, 
Your lips are parted. Mine are stirred 
With unborn kisses, and — I — and — 
I say "Good-bye." 




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I. THE BACKWARD LOOK 

My thoughts go back to meet the happy dawn ; 
The morning passes and the night is gone; 
The rosy day is dead and draped in black, 
As I sit in the darkness, looking back. 

II. PLAYTIME 
I remember how we played 
In the sun and in the shade, 
Chasing birds and butterflies, 
Laughing at the shining skies, 
Shining less than childhood's eyes; 
Happy little man and maid 
In the sun — and in the shade. 



III. THE CHILDHOOD OF LOVE 
"Let us live together always," so we said, 
"Till we're grown and till we're dead. 
Underneath the apple tree 
Is the house for you and me." 
So we made our wedding-feast, 

is the sun shone in the East; 

^here we might be dwelling yet, — 
But the afternoon was wet ! 

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IV. LONDON BRIDGE 
'London Bridge" we gayly sang 

On a summer's day. 
Little rival voices rang 
In the childish play. 

"Golden ring, or golden calf? 

Let your choice be spoken!" 
O, I heard my rival's laugh, 

And London Bridge was broken. 

V. FROLIC 
Full of frolic, you and I 
Raced two clouds across the sky. 
Mine we called a woolly whale ; 
Yours a ship without a sail; 

How we laughed when yours ran faster; 
How we cheered when mine was master, 
Till the clouds merged into one 
And both together hid the sun. 

VI. THE DANCE 

Forward and back to the tinkling string; 

Light hand 'round, as the fiddles sing; 
Swing in the center and honey and wine! 
Balance your partner down the line.<{ 

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I hold jour hand as a flitting guest, 

T e are brow to brow, we are breast to breast 
And then by another that hand is pressed 
As the violin cries with a wild unrest. 

But forward and back the couples go, 
Right hand, left hand, dos-a-dos; 
Swing in the center and honey and wine! 
Balance your partner down the line. 

VII. THE RIFT 
No, no, I do not doubt you, dear. 
'Twas but a word, a foolish fear. 
'Tis only that I cannot bear 
The smallest breath of you to share. 
I want your every smile and tone 
All for my own, my very own. 
And you — but now that you are near, 
No, no, I will not doubt you, dear. 

VIII. THE TROTH 
There are no other kisses like to those. 
They own the sweet of violet and rose, 
The softness of the moonlight on the sea, 
The thrill of music's deepest ecstasy, 
The warmth of spring-time — and your love fc 



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^hey serve all good and master every il 

^hey tell the inner tempest "Peace! be still! 
They strengthen and revive the wounded will; 
They are the triumph of the pure and true ; 
They are the rapture — in one word — of you. 

IX. UNFAITH 

Would it were yesterday and I were dead! 
Would it were morrow and this pain were 

crushed ! 
Look on my bleeding faith; see where the red 
From out the tender bosom warmly gushed, 
Slain by the arrow which thy tongue hath sped. 

Forgive thee? Oh, yes, even as thou wilt. 
But, oh, forgiveness is so incomplete! 
It ever leaves a bitter in the sweet, 
It never can refill the cup once spilt, 
And trust dies ever from but one deceit. 



X. KISS AND FORGET 

Kiss and forget. 
The past is past. 
Jome, love and let 
fret! 



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's travel fast 
'With no time for regret. 
Love still endures 
In my heart and yours, 
Let us employ 
All our days to enjoy. 
Come, let us bury 
The past and be merry ! 
Yes, sweetheart, let 
Us kiss and forget. 

XI. THE SCAR 

I look upon your face and vow 
It never was as dear as now. 
You hold me closely to your breast 
And cry our love stands every test. 
But deep within the heart a scar 
Looks out upon the things which are 
And grimly smiles that you and I 
Must try — alas, that we must try! 

XII. ASUNDER 
Not till the frost is flame 
Can ever we be the same. 

Tot till the spilt wine, gathered up, 
I\tfc the brim the shattered 
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the cloudless sky 
jfiOses its deep, clear dye 
May two, who were one, recall 
Their past and again be all in all. 

Nay, though the earth shall end, 

Scarce shall our dead dust blend, 

But our differing ghosts shall be blown afar 

Till each shall lodge in a separate star. 



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should be so lonely without you, dear. 
Why, even now, if you be not here 
For the shortest day, there's a certain lack 
Which does not vanish till you come back. 
And if you were gone forever, dear, 
The aching throat and the hot, swift tear 
Were a feeble vent and a futile due 
\ To the aching absence, dear, of you. 

I should be so lonely without you, dear. 
Kiss me again, so I know you're near ! 
Ah, should I reach for the old embrace 
And my arms should close on a formless space ! 
In the midst of the world and its hollow cheer, 
In the gayest throng, I should thrill with fear. 
The fear of the void which the world would be, 
If you were gone from the earth — and me. 

I should be so lonely without you, dear. 
Though I still might heed the passing year, 
Though I still might toil from sun to sun, 
.What would it be when the work were done? 
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REUNION 

When Love and Death together went, 
Time whispered to me, "Why lament? 
I bring a cup to quench thy sorrow 
And thou shalt smile again to-morrow." 

Yea, Time, I smile again, but not 

Because my loved one is forgot, 

But only that I fly with thee 

Toward Death, who brings Love back to me. 



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"AUFWIEDERSEH'N" 

Kind word of hope, "Aufwiederseh'n," 
Reminding we shall meet again. 
I would thy constant spell could bless 
Each fading, fleeting happiness, 
Like loyal, loving lips, which press 
And only part to re-caress. 

The sun sinks down and all is night, 
But lo! in Heaven's awesome height 
His splendors in the stars remain 
As Nature's grand "Aufwiederseh'n." 

So would I have thy presence lend 
Its solace, even to the end; 
And when one passes, pray detain 
The thought of those who still remain 
And rob the parting of its pain 
With thy sweet hope, 

"Aufwiederseh'n." 




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